Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.